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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of fog wrap around the gnarled bases of colossal, petrified tree trunks that rise like sentinels from a vast, silty lakebed, the still air thick with the scent of damp earth and mildew. Umm, the only sound is the distant, hollow rumble of shifting sediment, as if some ancient, buried structure is stirring beneath the lakebed's surface. Above, a crescent moon hangs suspended in a milky-white sky that's somehow bleeding a faint, golden light into the water. The skeletons of long-dead fish are somehow reassembling themselves on the silt-covered lake floor.